Kids chapter 4

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Payback

approx reading time 9 minutes

There was somebody at the door. I knew who it was. Without even checking I went to let her in.

I had bought sex from three kids. Every occasion had started with hesitation on my part, and progressed to me causing major discomfort to them, and enjoying that immensely. Now I knew myself, I was a child molester, and a nasty one at that. Not some pedophile with romantic cravings for minors, my pleasure came from the little partner crying in pain and humiliation. Needless to say, potential damage to children in vulnerable age far outweighed the passing bliss I got from these encounters. Continuing this would sooner or later result in a very badly hurt child or me in prison, or both. So, it was to be no contacts with minors for me. It was an easy decision, I did not have children of my own, neither did I work with them. And still I knew that if they came back to my doorstep, I would not be able to turn them away.

I opened the door. It was Trin, with a backpack, wearing tiny denim shorts, and a shirt that left her belly exposed. On her face she had an expression that was hard to read. I recalled that last time she did not have very warm feelings toward me, and my body remembered touching every part of that lovely young girl form. I took a step forward and got a hit to my stomach that blew all the air out of my lungs. My gut spasming with pain, I could not draw breath as the boy, Mark was his name I think, came to view from behind the doorway holding a police baton, one with a side handle. The kids pushed me inside and closed the door. Incapacitated from the hit, I was mostly dead weight, so it took them a while to drag me into the bedroom.

So here I am, on the floor of my own bedroom, bent double and holding my belly. I have got a few breaths in already, and the pain is getting tolerable. I try not to show it to the kids, because in a second, I will take that night stick from the boy, and then the two of them will get a spanking that has been due to them probably all their lives. They move agitated around the room, the boy waving the baton this way and that. Where did he get one of those anyway? He points it at me.

- You were way out of line with Trin the other day, mister.

Ok, he wants to avenge his friend. For the first time I start to respect the boy a little. There is no denying that I do deserve to get punished either. But that does not mean that the boy´s ass cheeks won´t be red hot before this is through. Trin comes by his side.

- Yeah. You sodomized us, so now we will fuck your ass.

This is getting interesting. Maybe I should play along until I find out what they are planning. They tell me to strip naked and get on the bed. I comply clumsily, pretending to be still hurt. In fact I can function normally now, but I know my stomach will be black and blue by tomorrow. If they decide to beat me up more, I will need to put a stop to this.

Trin rummages her backpack on my bedside table. She pulls out a pink box. Mark goes to look.

- What did you get?

- I don´t know. I just grabbed this.

She opens the box. There are some leather straps and a dildo inside. So that is the plan for this visit. I watch them figuring out which part goes where, and by the time Trin holds the toy on her crotch, my cock is almost as big as the plastic version. They have some difficulty tightening the leather straps on top of Trin´s denim shorts, so she takes them off and wears the apparatus on her underwear. Finally they get the thing properly fastened and turn to see me with a raging hardon.

- Fucking discusting. He fucking likes this!

- You know I love to look at your sexy body, darling.

- Fuck it, whatever. Get your ass on the edge of the bed, hold your legs up and spread them. It´s payback time.

I do as she says. It is a rather vulnerable feeling, waiting in such a position. She points the plastic dick to my ass, and I feel it poking my anus. A big, blunt, hard object, I know it will fit, even if it feels impossible now. She pushes and I see the dildo bending. It is more flexible than I thought. Trin asks Mark to come help. She holds the thing straight with both hands, and he pushes her butt towards me. I find it just adorable, these kids working so serious with our naughty parts. I can feel my buttocks clenching against the stiff object as pressure pulls all excess skin in my crack. If they apply enough power, they will get it in, but that´s going to hurt a lot. I don´t want any bruises there either.

- There´s lube in the bedside drawer

The boy goes to get it. I sit up. My hardon has deflated a little, but as the girl prances around with a fake dick protruding from her groin and smears lubricant on it, I feel it stirring back to life. I turn on all fours to hide my arousal, offering my butt high in the air. I can hear the boy squeeze lube on his palm and feel him slap it hard dead center of my ass. He smears the stuff all over my crack.

- Who´s the bitch now?

I can feel the cool plastic intruder poking between my buttocks again. This time I push back and feel it start opening my hole. As it progresses, it soon feels like everything is splitting back there. I remember how the boy asked me to stop at this stage, and I did not. I´m not ready to beg just yet, but of course he is so much smaller, so relatively he took much more in. The stretching pain in my anus keeps constant, but now I feel it filling my rectum. Trin does not give me any pause to recover, she just pushes the thing all the way inside.

I can tell it is all the way in, when I feel the leather straps on my buttocks. Inside it feels stuffed, like I had the world’s largest turd to push out. The ripping pain of stretching my anus has subsided to an ache. Is this it? It´s not excruciating, not pleasurable, somewhat uncomfortable. What´s the big deal? There is something about the intimacy between me and Trin, her body so close to mine. If I could touch my dick, it wouldn´t take many strokes to come.

She grabs my hips with both hands, and I feel my penis twitch. Then she starts moving in and out. Now this is a whole new level of uncomfortable. Every time she slams it in it hurts, a bit like getting hit in the balls. When she pulls back, I fear my insides come out with the dildo. The constant pain drains all the power from my muscles. I just lie there on cold sweat and let her give me my punishment. There should be a spot in there, where it should feel good, I think. I don´t get any pleasure from this. Still I feel something building, I cannot stand this forever, then – something will happen.

Trin loses interest and pulls the thing out. My aching butt hole feels like it has been transformed into an open tube. I wonder what they will think of next. There is no natural climax that would make them stop, like when I was doing things to them. Anything can happen. I´m a little ashamed of my submission to her. I´m angry at her for what she did – or maybe for stopping it so soon. She makes me turn over and starts to open the straps of the contraption.

- I´ve grown tired of fucking this bitch. Come on Mark, take a piss on his face.

The boy comes next to me. He walks a little funny and hesitantly. I notice a bulge in his pants.

- It´s hard to pee with a hardon. You want me to suck it for you again, boy?

He hits my thigh with the night stick. It hurts like hell, and there might be more coming. I curl to fetal position on the bed. I feel the mattress move as Trin climbs on top of me. Soon I feel a warm flow of liquid on my neck. I turn to look up at her sweet pussy on top of me, pissing straight on my face. It doesn´t even smell bad, and the taste is like some unknown lemonade. I feel my dick start to harden again, but now there is a new, bigger object spreading my ass cheeks. Trin stops urinating and looks a little concerned. She climbs off the bed and starts smirking. I look down and see the boy pushing the police baton to my backside. My sphincter opens, but that does not seem to be enough. It feels like something gives in, and then the rubber monster slides into me. This time I do not feel my rectum stretching, but a scraping, ripping rearranging of my intestines. I don´t know, how much damage they have already done, and I´m totally at their mercy, paralyzed by the pain. Amid all this agony, I feel my cock inexplicably shoot warm semen on my stomach. Embarrassed I look if they have noticed. They stand there, looking at the night stick sticking out of my ass. As our eyes meet, Trin lifts her foot up, allowing me one more look at her legs parting and the treasure between them. She puts her foot on the side bar of the baton and kicks it. My insides explode with pain and I lay incapacitated on the piss soiled bed.

Lost in a fog of lonely suffering, I hear them move around the room, then run away. Slowly I regain my senses and feel my bowel push the baton out. When it drops on the bed behind me, feeling impaled is replaced with sharp pain on the opening of my butt hole. I try moving, and very carefully I sit up and look at the black rubber object glistening with lube. I see streaks of shit and blood on it.

What I did to the kids would be considered rape in the eyes of law, they are so young. Now they have raped me. I did not leave evidence, always using condoms and making them wash afterwards. Here, on the other hand, is the object they used to violate me, with the fingerprints of at least the boy. And dna of the girl all over the bed. Yellow press going on about violent youth gangs, I could be seen as the victim here. But I wouldn´t use it against the kids. That´s not the sort of person I am.